| Play the violins because I cannot take it
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| All I can think of is this
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| And I have to loop out of it
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| You don’t deserve one more thought
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| You don’t deserve one more thought
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| I don’t deserve losing myself over it
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| Meditate, somehow levitate away from every thought of you
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| I need to see those visions appear and let them pass by
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| Sit in the sun, move on, breathe, move on, live
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| I have to remember I used to know how to keep my thoughts
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| From turning into actions
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| But those thoughts keep circling around me, waiting for a slip
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| They know how steep I can be
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| Need to find a way to let these things go as fast as they come
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| Prescribe me the thick and sick riffs, playing hard and loud
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| To cover me with sound till I’m safe
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| Our minds need to repeat a thought three times
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| In order to let the mind net a new mind-set:
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| I’m free from that once was x3
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| I’ll keep screaming it out, repeating it on
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| Till I feel it, till I’ll believe it
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| I’ll keep biting my lip
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| And let time relieve it
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| I will achieve it
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| I have to |